Okay, this is perfect. We haven't had sex since Christmas -- too busy with work and Eric's new job looming on the horizon. We're clawing at the thought of even touching each other -- so today's the day. I've always wanted to make love to Eric at the clinic....

I'll sneak in, he's on the phone, his back to me. I lock his office door, strip down to my jockstrap (fresh from the gym) I slide over to the west wall, pull the blinds -- open -- yeah, we'll have to show this off to the office building across the street...I pull out the lotion from the erotic boutique in Laguna -- grease my body -- Eric's still on the phone, still doesn't know I'm in the room -- He slowly gets a whiff -- the smell of cologne, of spice and herb -- the smell of me, my sex, my body, my need...he turns around and --

This is gonna be great.

*****

I call in sick -- "Man, sorry, guys, but--," I hack and cough real loud. "But, I'm not gonna make it today...yeah, it started yesterday, I'm on my way to the doctor right now..." Blah blah blah...

I call Eric at work.

"He's in his office with the door closed, Drew," says Donny, his assistant. "He said no calls."

I smile to myself. Cool. "Tell him I'll see him at home, not a big deal." I'm rock hard.

*****

I work out before I head to Eric's. My whole body is sore, hot, pulsing.

I'm real close now...can't wait to get in there...

I move down the hall, towards his office, and step into the reception area. I open the office door. Good. No sign of Donny. There's Eric's door, closed. Good. Okay, Drew -- let him have it.

I open the door. I struggle with the knob. I struggle...with... the...KNOB!

It's locked. Locked? Eric never locks his door, unless he's -- gone! GONE!?

I look on Donny's desk. A note...